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When you've finished all the pizza and comtemplate finishing off the garlic butter dip that is left over.

Was it Papa John's? Because it's totally justified if it was Papa John's.

Good pizza is one of the things I miss the most about America.

Originally Posted by MOTO13

I drove my god damn truck.

I'd love to mock you for this except I've been in situations that weren't too different. Once my wife and I actually got in the wrong car when leaving Wal-Mart. The wrong fucking car. Both of us.

“Today a young man on acid realized that all matter is merely energy condensed to a slow vibration, that we are all one consciousness experiencing itself subjectively, there is no such thing as death, life is only a dream, and we are the imagination of ourselves.” – Bill Hicks

Awsome was not the word that the security people had for me. I believe the word dumb ass came up. They asked if I had tried the key fob and I said yeah, you think I'm an idiot? I hit the button like 12,000 times. Then the one guy said, do you drive a white chevy 4x4? I really felt like a fucking goon.

Was it Papa John's? Because it's totally justified if it was Papa John's.

Because literally the only good thing about their pizza is the dipping sauce, and they know it? Because if you try to eat that shit without the sauce, it's bland as shit? Please tell me that's why. Nobody can actually like that pizza... :P

Good pizza is one of the things I miss the most about America.

Damn, British pizza must be the worst shit if American pizza is better :P Besides a proper deep dish in Chicago. That stuff is amazing.

I'm pretty sure that point came sometime in 2005... I lived in a "garden level" apartment (aka, pretty much basement). I'd bought a meal from some place like Culver's, and I guess I'd knocked the bag of french fries on the floor without noticing it. I'm not sure if it was just some hours later, or if it was the next day when I noticed them... but they were covered in ants. Okay, I was a poor college student, but there is really no excuse for the fact that I 1) tried to brush the ants off, 2) popped the bag in the microwave, hoping to nuke the ants, and when that didn't work, 3) ate them anyway, brushing them off one fry at a time. I'm pretty sure I realized how gross it was halfway through and stopped, but shit. Definitely the lowest of those "what is my life" moments.